Sheh pov..


    Four days have passed since an unknown caller informed me that she was aware of all my ns and that I would face consequences.


    As I pondered this, I got dressed and carefully styled my hair. Sitting in front of the mirror isn''t my favorite activity, but I needed to ensure every strand was in ce.


    With a quick motion, I grabbed theb and started working through my hair when the door swung open, revealing Alpha Christian. I caught a glimpse of his shadow in the mirror, and a small smile crept onto my face. "Hey, you shouldn''t just stand there. Come in."


    "No, Sheh, I have questions, and I need honest answers," he replied calmly, making his way toward me.


    A chill ran through me, as I couldn''t shake the feeling of fear gripping my soul. I lifted my gaze from the mirror and turned to face him. A smirk appeared on my lips, but my expression remained cautious.


    "What do you mean? What question do you want to ask?" I inquired, shifting my gaze. Adrenaline surged through me as he squatted in front of me, cing his hand on myp with a slight chuckle before he began. "Alright, what do you want with my mom? I''ve noticed a lot and I want to hear your side. Start talking." His voice was low and threatening, and I searched his eyes to gauge his seriousness. "Wow! He was dead serious."


    I let out a heavy sigh. My breath caught in my throat, making it hard to speak.


    "You''re pathetic, Christian, " I said quietly, shaking my head. I hesitated before leaning back in my chair. The tension in the room was palpable, and I wasn''t one to show it, so I tried to dismiss his intense demeanor. "I''m not joking, so cut the humor and talk now!" He growled, his eyes shing with anger.


    "I wasn''t joking either. What would I do with your mother, Christian?"


    This is getting worse, I thought, praying for Christian to leave my room. I was already feeling heated. Pain lingered as he held his ground.


    "Sheh, you''re not being honest, and don''t let..." I interrupted him, "don''t let what?"I groaned in frustration, raising my voice and pointing a finger at him. "Don''t threaten me over nothing. I have nothing to do with your mother.." Christian''s expression darkened, his jaw tightening into a fierce scowl. "Stop lying to me, Sheh. I''ve noticed how you look at her and how you speak to her. You''re hiding something, and I''m determined to uncover it."


    I scoffed, attempting to project an air of indifference despite the anxiety creeping up my spine. "You''re being paranoid, Christian. Your mother and I are just friends. That''s it."


    Christian''s eyes narrowed, his stare intense. "Friends? Seriously? Because from my perspective, it seems like you''re trying to manipte her for your own benefit."


    I forced augh, striving to sound convincing. "That''s absurd. I would never-"


    But Christian interrupted, his voice escting. "Don''t deny it, Sheh. I''ve seen how you''ve been getting close to her, earning her trust. What are you really after?"


    A cold sweat broke out on my forehead as Christian''s usations struck too close to home. I needed to divert his attention, to mislead him. "You''re just jealous, Christian. Jealous that your mother is focusing on someone else for once." Christian''s face contorted with anger, and for a brief moment, I feared he might attack me. But then, he seemed to regain hisposure, his expression shifting to a cold, calcting demeanor.


    He got up and circled my chair, his fingers gliding over the fabric pattern. I stayed resolute, refusing to confess anything to him. It was only natural that I stood up quickly, but he grabbed my hair and yanked me back into the seat. I flinched as Christian tightened his grip on my hair. "Let me go!" I shouted, attempting to pull away, but he held on tightly.


    "You''re not leaving until you confess," he snarled, his eyes burning with intensity.


    I struggled, but Christian''s hold was unyielding. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. "I know you''re concealing something, Sheh. I''ll do whatever it takes to uncover it."


    A mix of fear and adrenaline surged through me as his fingers dug into my hair. I realized I needed to act quickly or risk beingpletely at his mercy.


    With a sudden surge of determination, I grabbed Christian''s wrist, trying to loosen his grip. "Let. Me. Go," I spat, my gaze fixed on his.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    For a brief moment, we were locked in a tense standoff, our eyes shing fiercely. Then, unexpectedly, Christian released my hair and stepped back, his chest rising and falling with effort. But the moment of relief was fleeting. Christian''s expression hardened, and he pulled a small jewelry box from his pocket. "Do you recognize this?" he asked, his toneced with malice. My heart raced as I spotted the box. It was the one Luna Viviana, his mother, had given me aspensation, but I refused to reveal the truth.


    "This is ridiculous! That box was a gift from your mother. So where did you find it? Maybe I should be questioning you, Christian. Have you been sneaking into my room?"


    "Stop acting innocent!" He growled, thinking he had moved past the box, but he was clearly fixated on it.


    "How could you!" Christian''s face turned crimson with rage, his eyes zing with fury. "I''m just looking out for my mother, and you think I''m the one spying?"


    I held my position, unwilling to yield. "There''s been some snooping going on, Christian. And it''s obvious that you''re the one responsible."


    I saw his face go pale, and his gaze on me faltered. "I''m sorry, Sheh. I was just looking out for my mom," he said, opening his arms for a hug.


    In an instant, I rushed to embrace him, my arms encircling him tightly. Behind us, I felt a wave of relief wash over me.